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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribeThere's people always dying trying to keep them aliveThere are bodies decomposing in containers tonightIn an abandoned building where

The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girlWith 15 cans of spray paint in a chemical swirlShe's standing in the ashes at the end of the worldFour winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone,The Whore of BabylonShe just can't sustainThe pressure where it's placedShe caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran is muteIf you burned them all together you'd get close to the truthStill, they're pouring over sanskrit under ivy league moonsWhile shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the timesAnd hold us at the center while the spiral unwindsIt's knocking over fences, crossing property linesFour winds, cry until it comes

And it's the Sum of ManSlouching towards BethlehemA heart just can't containAll of that empty spaceIt breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jetLike a newly orphaned refugee retracing my stepsAll the way to Cassadega to commune with the deadThey said, "You'd better look alive"

Now it's off to old Dakota where a genocide sleepsIn the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused EastI've buried my ballast, I made my peaceHeard four winds leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone,The whore of BabylonShe just can't remainWith all that outer spaceShe breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves